11-01-2015, 04:22 PM
Sid really, really didn't want to tell Bailey that he could only see about a half dollar sized bit of her head. At least that bit wasn't sliding back any longer. He pressed his hand against the small of Bailey's back, rubbing firmly.
"She's moving down and I can see more of her head," Sid reached for one of Bailey's hands, forcing him to let go of the death grip he had on the blankets. He helped him stretch and twist enough to just brush his fingertips against her head. "Feel that? That's her head."
"She's moving down and I can see more of her head," Sid reached for one of Bailey's hands, forcing him to let go of the death grip he had on the blankets. He helped him stretch and twist enough to just brush his fingertips against her head. "Feel that? That's her head."